The mirrored silence of this pool...

The mirrored silence of this pool

Reveals a world of noiseless rule.

It soothes and rests my fevered spirit —

A bath of balm of the deeps, and cool.

Still move the clouds, still wheel the skies,

The aspiring tree no longer sighs,—

Fair thoughts of God, full-clothed in Heaven,

All calm and beautiful in Love's eyes!

Glassed in the light of Heaven's repose,

He wears perfection, like a rose!

Impatient heart, be still! Thou seëst

He brings His work to a perfect close.